Resistance, even of this passive sort, raised the savage in him.

Hitherto, Iris had been ready to obey his slightest whim.
"There's no use cryin' 'Oh, uncle,' an' kicking up a fuss," he snapped viciously.

"Where would you 'ave bin, I'd like to know, if it wasn't for me?
In the gutter--that's where your precious fool of a father left your mother an' you.

You're the best dressed, an' best lookin', an' best eddicated girl i' Bootle to-day--thanks to me.

When your mother kem 'ere ten year ago, an' said her lit'rary gent of a 'usband was dead, neither of you 'ad 'ad a square meal for weeks--remember that, will you?
It isn't my fault you've got to marry Bulmer.